Slammed Doors And Slit Wrists Comments

It walked out the door, as the breeze cleared the air, and as the smoke thinned out, the mirror could only show ease and transparency that calls out your name fade as fear..iip//as the razors, slide out of the cuts that they made..and disappeared..

the graves will gives of us shelter for sure, but i learned to walk cause my very closest friend was light, and i am not afraid to change my name to the color of darkness; This prison of my skin i could dig all day and not get out!